Two meanings, for me, that particular phrase: I have three children, that's three separate incidents of labor...they are my fruit, so to speak. And the countdown is on...less than a month until my special little fruits return to school. Get this: I will have two children in high school and one in his last year of elementary. Most of the time, I don't really believe it...I don't certainly feel that old. Anyway... I have a garden, and it is that time of season to begin the harvest and reap the fruits of those labors, so to speak. My father-in-law calls me yesterday and asks if I'd like sweet corn. Sharing the fruits of his labors, as it were. Of course I say yes, all the while wondering what the Bejesus I'll do with all this corn. Remember, we planted three rows in my parents' garden and we are now picking all those as well. And there's only so much sweet corn one can really eat before the ol' digestive system just shuts down. In my humb...
"People who love to eat are always the best people." - Julia Child